They were already too angry to speak.
Spouting nonsense.
Lying without blushing!
"Afraid to admit it?"
Su Yue sneered with disdain.
"A real man takes responsibility for his actions.
"When you bully others with your power, be prepared for revenge.
"Slap each other ten tis.
"Foreigners, I've been more than fair, so I hope you possess so self-awareness."
Zi Zhen took a deep breath and continued to command.
He was already a bit angry.
But faced with the temptation of Ninth-Grade, Su Yue wanted to pluck the stars; he had to give it a try.
Pah!
Seeing no way to explain, one Fourth-Grade directly slapped another Fourth-Grade across the face.
The sound was particularly crisp.
A trickle of blood appeared at the victim's mouth corner, he raised his head, looking surprised at his colleague.
You beast, hitting so hard.
Being bullied by foreigners was bad enough, but you actually use the opportunity for personal revenge?
Slapping can be a re act, but you're trying to slap to death.
Pah.
Therefore.
The slapped one also returned a fierce slap, using all his might.
Poof!
This ti, one slap knocked out a tooth.
The Yangxiang Race mber was even more confused.
Indeed.
I'm taking personal revenge, you spoke ill of behind my back last ti, so what if I slap you.
And you dare to fight back?
Pah!
An even heavier slap followed in retaliation.
Pah!
Pah-pah-pah!
Instantly, the crisp sound of slaps rang out one after another.
Everyone was in the sa squad, and Martial Artists have fiery tempers, impossible to have no friction in normal tis.
But constrained by military discipline, there's no way to take revenge.
Now it's good, a slap brings a chance to vent inner anger.
Pah!
For taking my resources last ti.
Pah!
For taking my woman.
Pah! Pah!
Hitting so hard, I'll beat you to death.
Pah!
I've disliked you for a long ti, today I'll wreck your mouth.
Even Su Yue himself didn't expect that casually suggesting slaps, in hopes of delaying ti, would incite such fury.
Indeed.
These Yangxiang Race mbers kneeling on the ground had completely lost their heads in anger.
They're hitting their own to the point of death.
Even to the point of losing their rationality.
Too vicious.
Blood flying, teeth broken.
Su Yue took a sharp breath.
Was it necessary?
They act like they have an enmity as deep as killing a parent?
...
Rumble!
Zi Zhen gritted his teeth, feeling particularly embarrassed.
He didn't expect his subordinates to be so foolish, that playacting slaps could evoke a vendetta.
"Su Yue, I'll hold back the Fifth-Grade, you escape north at once, Hidden Eagle Combat Camp will et you."
However, just as a few dunderheads continued their heated exchange, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted.
Gao Xingzhong, who was originally bound by vines, stomped fiercely, releasing a terrifying wave crashing out of him.
The indestructible vines were shattered completely.
Of course.
Gao Xingzhong's state wasn't good, he was covered in blood and his face was contorted, clearly paying a price to unleash this technique.
The unexpected explosion left several Fourth-Grades stunned, unable to react.
"Damn it!"
Zi Zhen raged.
He couldn't be bothered with Gao Xingzhong, and quickly went to seize Su Yue.
Capturing soone from the Human Race might gain significant rit, but compared to Black Jin's secrets, it was insignificant.
The warriors of the Human Race could escape, but Su Yue must stay.
"Su Yue, run imdiately."
Gao Xingzhong punched towards Zi Zhen while turning his head to shout at Su Yue.
He was genuinely anxious.
Su Yue, a Third-Grade Martial Artist, ca here surely to rescue him.
But he simply lacked the ability.
Touching as it was, Gao Xingzhong was more anxious.
He even felt Su Yue was complicating matters.
Good intentions gone bad.
"You delay those Fourth-Grades, give thirty seconds, I'll kill this Fifth-Grade."
Nonetheless, Su Yue didn't heed Gao Xingzhong's words.
Rip!
The leaves wrapped around his fist shattered, and as Su Yue unleashed his technique, his disguise disappeared.
At this mont, he returned to his Human Race appearance.
Zi Zhen's pupils widened.
At this mont, his mind was blank!
A Human Race?
This foreign Yangxiang Race mber turned out to be a Martial Artist from Divine Land.
Must be a rescue force.
So damnable.
He'd been played, his entire group had been played.
Catch them!
Capture these two warriors alive.
"Su Yue, quickly go, don't complicate things... you..."
Gao Xingzhong saw Su Yue rushing over, nearly fainting with anxiety.
He even thought of kicking Su Yue away, utterly ddleso, making things worse.
You, a Third-Grade, trying to kill a Fifth-Grade, is this killing chickens?
Too arrogant.
Too brainless.
At this mont, Zi Zhen's fist had already reached in front of Gao Xingzhong.
He took a deep breath, he could block this punch, but the result would certainly be severe injury.
Damned, couldn't get Su Yue out.
What to do now.
Su Yue this brat, why doesn't he listen.
Pah!
However.
The next instant, Su Yue clasped his hands together, stepping directly in front of Gao Xingzhong, astonishingly grasping Zi Zhen's glinting fist.
Rumble!
When their fists collided, a fierce wave of energy erupted, even the ground's mud surged, and dozens of trees nearby toppled consecutively.
The air within a three-mile radius was entirely drained.
The kneeling Fourth-Grade Yangxiang Race mbers stood only to be blown about by the gale, one of them even fell.
Even Gao Xingzhong was pushed back three or four steps.
When he turned back, he was in shock, dumbfounded.
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